Deck’d the birth-day of God’s Son;
No pompal train at all took pleasure
To this King of kings to run.
No mantle brave could Jesus have,
Upon His cradle for to lye;
No musick’s charms in nurse’s arms,
To sing the Babe a lullaby.
Yet as Mary sat in solace,
By our Saviour’s first beginning,
Hosts of angels from God’s palace